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What's your greatest fear? I think most pepole would say dieing. But it's not mine. My greatest fear i think would be not seing my family again.
Scott
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My belief system of crossing over is as simple as walking through a door, Seeing my loved ones as simple as looking through the window. Both work from either direction.
My very, very, very sweat daughter, dreamed that she'd killed my mother a few weeks ago. (The kids have both heard/seen me crying in my sleep.)
We talked about it. A dream is just a dream. We all know that Grandma had her own past of trauma that shaped her.
I'm atheist. Death is the end. Which is exactly what gives life so much meaning to me.
I think I'm on the same page as Jewells now..... xo
I was not scared of dying until I had to stare it in the face when I was not ready to go.
I think my current fear is stepping back out into the world to get a job and be a part of something. What if I fail? But what if I succeed....
Planes though. It's awful. It's so unnatural to me. I usually get lucky and find a decent movie, and watch it 7-8 times in a row,
It wasn't love, it was an attempt to control No one in generations of family violence in my family had ever broken out of the abusive system like I was doing. So they wanted to sit on me and make sure the family secret was kept.
I moved again, back to Maryland. They had a former FBI agent come contact me for them at my new workplace! Holy cow, it never ends! I reported him to my human resources department, and he laid off for a couple of years. I did hear from him again this past December, he reminded me he was still there. Always there, I guess, lurking.
It's creepy how abusive families never stop.